This is the third part of a children's play I wrote back in the 70's. It has been performed at various times in the past 30 years and I would welcome any teacher or children's theater director using it. Please be so kind as to let me know if you do choose to use it.
Goldilocks and the Three Bear
(Recycling in the Bearwoods subdivision)
Mama Bear: I'm making the instant porridge for us and then we'll go to the store. (rips open packegs, throws away packing) Get out the disposable bowls, Baby Bear.
Papa Bear: I'll get the throwaway cups for the cocoa. No dishes for us to wash then.
Baby: Yippie. Can I throw these pizza boxes in the trash too?
Mama: Yep. No sense saving them. By the way, haul out your broken rocker here and we'll put it out in the trash too. I'm not wasting time gluing that piece back in. We'll just get a new one.
Papa: And pitch tose bottles into the trash too. No sense saving them. They're in the way.
Baby: Are you done with the newspaper, Pop? (puts it into the trash)
Papa: I guess I was.
Conversation as they eat porridge. They throw bowls and cups away.
Mama: Let's go to the market now.
All walk out
Baby: Can we get some of those little juice cans? They're so cute.
Mama: Yes, dear.
Goldilocks knocks several times, then enters with a basket of food.
I wonder who lives here now? Hmmm. They just ate breakfast. Used that instant individual packaged porridge. Not like most of my bear friends in Bearwoods subdivision here.
(Looks at the garbage bin)
My word, they don't recycle or save a thing! Well, I'll be a good doobe and help them get off to a good start here. They can recycle lots of things in here. (Starts by setting up 4 boxes, and sorting. Carries on a conversation with herself about the trash—bottles, carboard, plastics, cans, papers, newspaper, styrofoam.)
(Bears re enter each carrying a bag of groceries.)
Baby: Somebody's been messing in our trash barrel and here she is right here.
Gold: (sweetly) Oh, hello, You're new here in Bearwoods, aren't you? (Steps forward and shakes their paws) Welcome. I came over to visit and bring you some muffins and no one was home so I just let myself in. Some good friends of mine used to live here. Same size family too. Then I saw your trash barrel and thought I'd help organize it. We recycle, reuse, and reduce here in this part of the country.
Papa: (gruffly) You're rather presumptuous, young lady!
Mama: I should say so.
Baby: But I like her.
Gold: (not paying any attention to their remarks) Now I've set up these 4 bins for your recycling things. ( goes through boxes) Then you only have this much to throw away. The rest can be taken to the recycle station. (explains what is done with each recycle material) And do you have a garden? (Bears nod). Then you can reduce your trash more by making a compost pile out in your back yard. Just don't put in meat or bones.
Baby keeps saying: I like you.
Mama Bear keeps saying: I didn't know that.
Papa Bear keeps saying: Makes sense to me.
Gold: I see you brought grocers home. I'll help you put them away.
(All help unpack. Goldie talks about less packaging, etc. The others join in as they get the idea.)
Goldie: Now the next time you shop, try to remember to take a basket or your own bags. Then we won't waste so many.
Mama: Well, Goldilocks, this is certainly different than Throwaway, the town we come from.
Papa: Though you're a bit forward, you make a lot of sense.
Baby: And I like you.
Goldilocks gets read to leave
Goldilocks: Oh by the way, I hope you like the homemade muffins for lunch. Now, see you at the recycling center.
Mama: Bye, dearie
Papa and Baby: I like you.